The Wind And The Sun

Said the wind to the sun, 'I can carry off kites

And howl down the chimney on blustery nights.

I can sailboats and set windmills in motion,

Rattle the windows and ruffle the ocean.'

And the old sun grinned

At the wild winter wind.

Said the wind to the sun, 'I turn night into day,

Ice into water and grass into hay.

I can melt puddles, and open up roses.

I can paint rainbows, and freckles on noses.'

And the old sun grinned

At the wild winter wind.

Said the wind to the sun, 'You'll be sorry you spoke

Down on the road is a man with a cloak.

If you're so clever then let's see you prove it.

We'll take it in turns to see who can remove it.'

And the old sun grinned

At the wild winter wind.

The wind blew the trees till the boughs bent and broke

He bowled the man's hat off and howled around his cloak.

He blue and he blustered, he tossed and he tugged it.

The man wrapped it around him and tightly he hugged it.

And the old sun grinned

At the wild winter wind.

'Take a rest,' said the sun. 'Let me shine on him now.'

He shone till the man started mopping his brow.

The man settled down in the shade of some boulders.

He undid his cloak and it slipped from his shoulders.

And the old sun grinned

At the wild winter wind.